It is over, your search is done! Let fate choose now, the righteous one!
Here's my body, fit and pure! Now, your blackened soul I'll cure!
Harken, cur! Tis you I spurn! Now feel... the burn!
Soldiers arise, stand and fight! Bring victory at last to this fallen knight!
Your body lies beaten, battered and broken. Let my curse be your own, fate has spoken.